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[winewomenand]

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I haven't had a bad trip like that since before 1868. Come to think of it, it's been hard to have a good trip since 1868. Drug dealers charge a fucking arm and a leg these days. They act like such primadonnas. 'Do you know how hard this job is?' Tell it to Mother fucking Teresa, do you honestly think anybody cares about your welfare

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[monsterbaiting]

If anything can be said about Jo Harvelle, it's that she has excellent timing. Tonight, anyway. It just so happens that she was kneeling under the bar for a clean glass when she heard the slap, her face well hidden when she burst into laughter. After a few seconds, she sprung to her feet, glass in hand and braved a glance in his direction. "S'your face really that numb or you want some ice for that?"

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[winewomenand]

Robin turned his head to look over at her, the new girl. And being that he'd spent at least a few hours of every day he'd been in this hellhole in the Lux, he felt he had the right to mentally designate her as one of the 'new girls.' So he did.

He rested his chin in his open palm and gave her a sideways kind of smile with a lot of teeth in it.

"Only if you press it to my cheek yourself. You have very pretty fingers."

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[monsterbaiting]

This was the problem with talking to someone like Robin off the network. You actually had to hide your facial expressions in person. Ducking under the counter every two minutes didn't seem like a very good option. At least she was keeping busy, almost amused. Busy equaled no thinking which seemed to be everyone's goal after the previous day's curse.

"How 'bout I wrap it in a paper towel for you instead?"

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[winewomenand]

Running a fine-fingered hand through his hair, Robin poured himself another glass, some of the thick-smelling liquid falling over the edges before he drinks it and then answers her.

"That would also be acceptable, if not preferable. You've done this job before, haven't you? The bartending."

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[monsterbaiting]

Jo occupies her hands by taking a damp dishrag to counter, shrugging as she hover over the bar. "Yeah, I have."

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[winewomenand]

He abandons his glass for the moment and instead takes the square whiskey bottle by the neck and drinks straight from it.

"And with worse drunks than Robin Goodfellow, from the sound of it. But this is your first time working in a peri bar, isn't it? You have my pity."

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[monsterbaiting]

She furrows a brow. "It's easy to tell when they're real far gone. Like when they talk about themselves in third person."

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[winewomenand]

Pointing at Jo, Robin laughs in a way that's too honest to sound properly insulted by her cleverness. "You would like to think that. But I talk like this even when I'm sober. On the occasion when I'm sober."